Ktulu was not one to partake in festivities, never had been and probably never would be. Even in Helovia she had forgone the parties hosted by the other herds in favor of staying within her own borders. She had not trusted that the parties were actually parties and not some elaborate ruse created by other herds for the sole purpose of infiltrating their lands. While others had partied and enjoyed themselves she had guarded the borders of her home. She stood as a sentinel, a protector of her people, a defender.
But here? Everything was different here. The Constrictor had not been within Novus long enough to have any clear, decisive opinion on the goings on of the courts. She was still learning about the Night Court, so discovering where they stood with the other courts would take some time. She was still paranoid,though. She still didn't trust that parties and festivals were actually parties and festivals.
With that being said, she had not had any intention on making the trip to the Dawn Court to experience their festival, but Apollo had asked her to go. He seemed intent on going and even though she hadn't wanted to, Ktulu went. Apollo seemed to be pleased with her decision, so she supposed that she had made the correct one.
Somehow, much to Ktulu's annoyance, they had managed to be separated by a crowd. "Apollo!" She called for him, trying to raise her voice about the cacophony of voices, laughter, shouts, and various other noises. When he didn't answer she turned, her eyes scanning the milling crowd and catching a glimpse of someone else. Just as quickly as she'd seen her, her view was obstructed. But ... no, it couldn't be.
Could it?
"Tootaloo?"
It was.
"Akeli." The dark mare breathed as her eyes took in the grown form of the girl she had sworn to protect. "You're here..." And in a rare show of affection, the Constrictor stepped toward the young girl, draped her neck over her shoulders and pulled her into a tight hug.
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